I love to be alone because I find comfort in loneliness.

 It feels like a cruel joke, for me to dream of you like I did last night. It's been 10 years since I last saw you, and I've been doing amazing NOT thinking about you anymore. I've let myself move on. And I did. I did, my pride and ego was so damaged I had to hover back in my shell. Self-protection. And I moved on, living life as it comes, trying my damn hardest to forget the past and everything that comes with it.

But it still hurts like crazy. The dream I had was so achingly beautiful it just sucks to have it, knowing it is all just a dream. I don't get dreams often - its maybe a 1 of 2 times a year kind of thing. But you don't get to pop in like that, treat me like you did, and disappear. The feeling of loss is real yet unreal at the same time. It's ridiculous, and I hate that I'm still weak when it come to flickers of you. 

Its not going to happen. Not now, not ever. It's in your head already, Ariel. Stick to the plan. Forget it all, everyone, everything.